[ 007 ] [ audio // common ] backdated to April 7th

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.

 

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[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

I shall ^{be there} shortly.

What is the _nature of the injury?


[Not that it matters. But AMU can save a couple seconds getting the proper supplies ready.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[When he answers, his voice keeps that same tone. Somewhere deep down there's a hint of relief at the ship having a medic of some form, even if it does sound... strange, but he doesn't let it show.]

Female ally got herself beaten up. Deep cuts all over her face, one over the left eye stretching from forehead down almost to her chin. Left eye seems useless.

[There's a pause while he frowns at his broken ally.]

I'm guessing a shit load more that she's not telling me about. Bruises and crap.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Instinctively, Lilith shoves his side. He might notice that since their little chase, she's been minimizing the use of her left arm.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He responds to the shove with a growl and a warning look. He's angry enough as it is without her provoking him further.

The comm meets his lips again.]

Looks like she's hurt her left shoulder as well.

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[The relief won't last!]

Acknowledged.

[A few moments later, AMU taps politely at the door. (The injuries did not sound life-threatening, so it can wait for the occupant instead of turning straight to its master keycard.)

AMU really does resemble the bastard offspring of a toaster and a preying mantis perched on top of a triangular brace sporting tank treads.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The door tap has Mordecai turning away from the Siren and heading off to open it.

What he sees is... surprising, to say the least. His eyebrows raise at the sight of AMU and he doesn't budge from the doorway to let him in.]

You're the doc?

[He really should of expected something like this.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[Lilith is less tactful.]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[AMU looks at the passenger blocking the way to accomplishment of its job.]

I am ^the ship's doctor.

[Move or it'll move you, buddy.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai steps aside, watching the AMU with a cautious eye. He's seen things like this before, or similar at least. Some worked great. Some malfunctioned.

Still, what other option does he have?]

She's all yours.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't like that phrasing, says the look Lilith slants at Mordecai, but she tilts her chin up and holds her hair out of the way so that AMU can see the double slashes marring an otherwise attractive face. There's another on her collar. Don't forget the head trauma!]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[Hooray!

AMU rolls forwards and inspects the damage.]

Functionality of the _damaged eye should not pose any difficulty.

[Lilith, you get stitches.

Hold still. :| ]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is holding as still as you can get a Siren to hold still, in the face of ~medical science~. Her right fist props up on a hip-- the wrenched left arm just dangles, relatively painless so long as she doesn't try anything with it.]

You just watch it, buddy, you hear me?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai smirks and lets himself out of the room. He'll be lurking just outside should anything happen.

Behave yourself now, Miss Lilith.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

What happened to you?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Me? Nothin'.

Buddy of mine decided to take on a tank and got herself beat up.

[Mikaela might hear how incredibly pleased he is with Lilith's efforts. :|]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay.

[wait what]

A...tank? Ironhide?

[Yeah that's ringing across loud and clear.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Well shit. Seems there's more than one tank on board.]

Ironhide? Nah. Arbiter, if I'm guessing right.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Ironhide's the closest thing she knows that's a tank.]

Oh. That isn't...someone I've met.

hot damn that is a nice icon.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Me either.

[It's only a matter of time. Mordecai's pretty pissed off.]

He messed her up pretty bad, but I'm guessing he didn't get away without damage of his own.

isn't it *__*

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Wow.

She gonna be okay?

/APPROVES

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yeah.

She's too stubborn to go down. The ship's doc is with her now.

[Chances are, Mordecai is standing just outside the room while AMU does his thing.]

:D!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good.

Where are you at?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Right now? Deck 11.

[There's a pause to contemplate why the hell he's still there.]

Making sure she remains cooperative.

[Yeah. That's the reason. Sure.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She lifts a brow, smiling slowly. Heh. Sounds like someone is in de-niiiile. She should introduce him to Ironhide.]

Ah. Well, I'm roaming around. Need anything while you hold the wall up?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai is in denial and probably always will be. Feelings are for losers.]

Guard duty is a bore. Come say hi, if you're in the area.

[All this talking and they've still never met face to face.]